I’ll keep this post relatively short. After all, Labor Day is coming up and I have to start working on relaxing. I’m going to leave you with another haibun attempt. It’s a quick read, and in authentic haibun tradition, it’s a first person account of an actual travel experience. Questions and comments are always welcome. Criticism is especially encouraged as long as it’s constructive. That’s how we get better words down on the page.
Everyone be safe and have fun over the long weekend. As always, keep writing.
Between Detroit and Toledo
Stacey talks expansively about Eastern philosophy and New Age medicine while I worry about tire tread and gasoline. We’re driving south on I-75 trying to outrun a late winter storm that’s surging out of Canada. It overtakes us somewhere between Detroit and Toledo – dark and writhing, and dumping snow at an astonishing rate.
I take the next exit – there’s a diner where we can stop until they run the plows. We sit opposite each other in a booth by a window, and a tired waitress fills our coffee cups. The world outside looks like it’s composed of chaotic pixels, like the static on an old analogue T.V. A screaming wind hits the glass hard like an animal trying to get inside. Stacey recoils from it and brings her gaze back down to the menu.
She’s crying a little. It’s been tough these last few months, and we finally decided to call it quits. It was very amicable, for what it’s worth. I agreed to take her as far as Lexington, and her cousin will drive her the rest of the way to Daytona Beach where she has a job lined up.
The waitress takes our order and leaves us in an awkward limbo. Former lovers waiting for our food, waiting for the storm to pass, waiting for something better.
winter’s death rattle
we hope for spring